Bar, Band.
Pot of Tea; English Breakfast.
Words seem to come
easy.
He plays my song.
A smile paints my lips.
His words eclipse
those wandering
in my mind.
My thoughts
inky smudges
unfinished, unclear.
Avoiding, over-thinking.
Paralysed by temptation.
Lost in his eyes.
Drowning in my cup of tea.
